Caught in Self-Bondage - free self bondage story.

The day I was caught in self-bondage. No one else was at home. It seemed like a
great time for a little adventure, but first I had to prepare. In my room I
stripped off my clothes, then from my secret hiding place on the floor under the
bottom dresser drawer I removed my equipment several bundles of nylon rope,
cable zip-ties, duct tape, and scissors.

Now, all I needed was a damsel before the adventure could begin, ya gotta have a
damsel in distress for a self-bondage session. I went down the hall to my older
sister Sara?s room. I tossed my supplies on her bed. Quickly, I began to collect
the outfit for my damsel, 3 pairs of panties, bra, tights, white half-slip,
blue-plaid pleated skirt, white peter pan blouse, plaid cross tie and black
maryjanes for the classic schoolgirl in bondage scenario. I placed all these
items on Sara?s bed. A glance at the clock reminded me that my parents would be
home in about 2 hours. My sister was scheduled to work after school. She
shouldn?t be home until very late. Thinking about being bound and the
possibility being caught began to get me excited.

At 35 Beretta James is the hottest cougar on the planet. An amazing hard body, stunning ass, and huge nipples. On top of all that: tough, beautiful and playful. The perfect package.

Beretta is impaled on a Sybian, the world's most powerful vibrator. Her weight keeps her in place; she has no leverage to even move off it in the slightest. She is bound suspended off the ground, stuck on the orgasm machine!

We suction cup Beretta's huge nipples and make them even bigger. We tie them with bailing twine. The cruel string bites into her soft flesh and pulls her forward. At the same time, a neck rope keeps her head in place. So when we pull the nipples, it puts pressure on her ability to breathe. All the while, the Sybian rips orgasm after orgasm out of her helpless body. To breathe fully, she must pull painfully on her nipples: a brutal balancing act for survivalů

Now it was time to dress the part. I was 18 and my sister, Sara, was a year
older. Being very slender as I was, Sara?s clothes were a very good fit for me.
First I slipped on the pink flowered panties. Gently I tucked in my erection.
Next came the bra, pantyhose and slip. As the nylon slip rubbed against the
tights my excitement grew. I took just a moment to notice my feminine
appearance. Then I slipped on the long sleeved blouse, plaid skirt and the
maryjanes. Finally, I walked over to the dresser mirror and adjusted the plaid
cross tie. Stepping back I admired the pretty young schoolgirl I saw before me.

Time to put this damsel in distress I thought as I grabbed the other 2 pair of
panties and stuffed them in my mouth. Then I wrapped duct tape over my mouth and
around my head 5 times to secure my gag. I decided to try the hogtie. I crossed
my ankles and bound them together. The scissors I placed on the pillow. Next I
took my wrist coils and 2 cable zip-ties and rolled onto my stomach. I put both
of my wrists through the coils and secured them with one zip-tie, then with the
other zip tie I secured my ankles ropes to my wrist coils and pulled it as tight
as I could. The springs of the bed creaked as adjusted my position to the
bondage. The bondage I had applied was a little stricter that I had expected.
For just a second I thought I might be too far away from the scissors for a
quick exit, but with my excitement growing my thoughts drifted back to my
bondage.

Slowly, I began to fight against my bounds. The tension grew very quickly with
my mouth so completely gagged and the hogtie so tight. I felt totally helpless
as I began to struggle forward towards my scissors. Moving my hips forward inch
by inch in the strict hogtie with a mouth-filling gag caused me to explode into
the pink flowered panties. I stopped for a moment as I caught my breath.

To my horror I heard the key turn in the front door. The front door opened and
closed. In a panic I grabbed for the scissors. I had only a clumsy grip on them
as I clipped my legs free from the frogtie, but as the ziptie snapped free the
scissors were pulled from my hands. I could hear voices as sat up on the bed and
fumbled around for the scissors.

?Her rooms down the hall, I need to find her credit card. She said we can use it
to get some more brews for the party tonight.?

?Dude, I?m already messed-up.?

It was Sara?s friends Dave and Ronnie, two drunken college football players
coming down the hall. The door opened. I froze as their eyes met mine. As they
came into the room, Ronnie said loudly, ?What the fuck?!?? Dave stood in front
of me for a second then picked up the scissors and cut the duct tape from my
mouth and pulled it from around my head. Ronnie asked me who had done this
thing. Dave quickly interjected, ?Sara told me he?s a little freak, he probably
did this himself.? They both looked at me and Dave demanded, ?Well?? I
shamefully shook my head yes. Ronnie grabbed Sara?s digital camera off her
dresser and told Dave they could take a few pictures for everyone at school to
see. Dave then said, ?I guess that?s up to Sean.? He winked at his drunken buddy
Ronnie and then said, ?Maybe Sean can convince us not to take pictures. Would
you like to try and convince us not to take pictures?? With my wrists and ankles
still bound I shamefully said yes.

Dave grabbed me under the arms told to get on my knees with his help I meekly
complied. Dave the stated, ?Ronnie always wanted a blow job from a cute little
schoolgirl. Isn?t that right Ronnie?? Ronnie said, ?Oh Yeah? as he unzipped his
jeans. With my voice cracking I protested, ?I can?t do that.? Ronnie pulled it
out and said, ?Suck it bitch.? He grabbed the back of my head as his erection
filled my mouth. My fantasy had become a reality I was damsel in distress, a
little schoolgirl at the mercy of her captors. Ronnie grabbed the back of my
head with both hands and strongly thrust hard several times into my throat. I
gagged and tried to pull away, but he thrust even harder and pulled even more
firmly on my head. The flash of the camera blinded me several times as I began
to suck Ronnie's dick. Some moments later he gripped my head tightly and thrust
his member deep into my throat. Bound and kneeling with my forehead pressed
against his belly I was powerless as his warm salty semen hit the back of my
throat. With my mouth full of Ronnie's sperm he relaxed his grip a little and
shouted, ?Swallow it you fuckin? bitch ? as he slowly pulled it out. I
swallowed. Ronnie stepped away as I knelt bound and humiliated on the floor.

Dave had me open my mouth as he re-gagged me with the panties and secured it
with duct tape wrapped around my head. He cut the rope that bound my ankles then
lead me over to the dresser chair he placed in the middle of the floor. Meekly I
responded to each request as he spread my legs and strapped each ankle to a leg
of the chair. Then he wrapped a rope around my neck and pulled it tight. I began
to struggle out of fear. He bent me over the back of the chair and tied the rope
around my neck tautly to the rail under the seat of the chair. Then he strapped
my bound wrists down with a rope around tied tightly around my waist and secured
my waist to the back of the chair.

Ronnie inquired, ?Dude what?s up with that??

?I gotta get me some of that pretty little schoolgirl ass!?

I tried to plead and beg for another option, but the gag silenced any protest.
My body struggled in vain against my bondage. I turned my head to see Dave grab
a bottle of hand lotion off Sara?s dresser. I renewed my struggles with even
more vigor, as I did Dave and Ronnie laughed. Then I saw myself in the mirror,
my buttocks sticking-up in the air, tight clad legs spread, and my neck with
cross tie lashed nearly to the seat of the chair. As I struggled the pleated
blue plaid skirt wiggled about my bottom.

Dave lifted the skirt and slip then tossed them over my back exposing my tights.
Then he pulled my tights and panties down just past my buttocks. Then Ronnie
laughed loudly and pulled off his belt. He said, ?Sean has been a naughty little
schoolgirl, Dave.? With a loud smack Ronnie hit my bottom with his belt. My body
tried to jump with pain, but the bondage held me securely. About 10 more times
my bottom was struck, each time followed by searing pain and laughter. My
buttocks were burning hot and throbbing.

Suddenly, I felt something cool. I glanced in the mirror. Dave was standing
behind me with his jeans down around his ankles and a full erection. He was
spreading the hand cream in my hole. I struggled with renewed vigor as I
realized what was about to happen. The ropes held me secure preventing any
escape and the panty gag stifled any protest. I fully understood how I would
have to convince Dave.

Dave proudly announced, ?Alright little girl here comes big daddy.? My eyes shut
tight. I felt pressure at my hole, then pain as my hole stretched to accommodate
the intruder, then suddenly it slid in. I could feel his skin slap against my
bottom as he thrust himself in and out. Again, I looked in the mirror. Tear
stained face, white peter pan blouse, plaid cross tie, skirted flipped-up,
tights and panties pulled down all signs of a ?true? schoolgirl in distress,
sad, but true. I saw the bound schoolgirl moving to every thrust of her captor.
Humiliated and helpless I was that girl. My fantasy had become my reality, as a
schoolgirl bound, gagged, helpless, and ravaged. The constant flash of the
camera documented my peril. Dave continued to pump away more vigorously now.
With each thrust my bound body rocked back and forth on the chair. He began to
thrust violently. I moaned with each violent thrust. There were several quick
hard thrusts as I felt his sperm shooting inside me. He paused deep inside, then
his thrusting slowed. He pulled out as his semen ran down my inner thigh.

My hole was sore, my bottom was burning, my mouth was dry and my jaw ached. I
just hoped they didn?t need anymore convincing. As he pulled on up his jeans
Dave said, ?Sean you were very convincing. Let?s just say this will be our
little secret.? He pulled the thong back into place, pulled up my tights, and
pulled my skirt back down. "Now I don't know what Sara will do when she finds
you like this," Dave stated as they erupted with laughter. Ronnie grabbed a
stick of Sara's red lipstick and began to write on her dresser mirror. While
Ronnie was writing I could hear Dave speaking to Sara on his cell phone.

"Hey babe, Ronnie and I are too fucked-up to be driving. We're gonna chill at
Ronnie's. Do you have time to bring your credit card by his house before
work....Ya, I know you don't have much time....Why don't you call off. We can
chill out at before the party. That's gotta be better than work....Sweet, we'll
see you in a few."

My heart sank as I thought of Sara finding me like this. Then I looked up as
Ronnie stepped back to admire his work. Printed in big bold red letters on
Sara's mirror was, "I'M A SLUTTY LITTLE SCHOOLGIRL PLEASE ABUSE ME." Dave shoved
my scissors into his back pocket. I heard Sara's door latched shut as they left
laughing to themselves.